Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cuba and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.